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“And she won’t feel me anymore.” “Nor you her.” Lysandra’s eyes turned to me. “Kora, do you accept this?” My chest felt too tight to breathe. “Yes.” “Then speak of the fire.” I closed my eyes. The heat rose around me, threads of gold wrapping my arms, my chest, my throat. I whispered the words Lysandra had taught me — an old language, the syllables like sparks leaving my tongue. The fire surged, rising in a column around me.

Athena POV I'm on the battlefield, like, oh my God Knockin' soldiers down like House of Cards I'm a one woman army Yes, I'm a one woman army Let's march tonight The music is still playin' So get up and fight “One woman army” from porcelain black is drifting into my ears, one of my favorite empowerment songs I use to boost myself when I need it most. My head starts to wobble along with the tune, but I stop dead in my tracks when a throbbing pain shoots through my back at the movement. F********ck me.

She stated before correcting her statement, "Oops! Sorry. I forgot that basically, all of you lot died in the front yard." "Well, of course. Did you really think those traitors and murderers would've given you a book that praised the Flames in such way? They don't want you here or alive at that matter. I, on the other hand, want nothing more than to help you, but I can't." The lady sounded distraught, almost embarrassed that she couldn't do more. "Why?" Ruby questioned, knitting her eyebrows in confusion. She was thicker that usually as she answered the Hart girl, "Because that's your mission. Only your ignis can help you."

Because from the very beginning, he believed I was wrong. The realization sent a sharp pain ripping through my chest. "I didn't do anything," I said. "I won't apologize." My father slammed his hand down on the table in fury. Then he called in two bodyguards from outside and had me forced to the floor. I struggled and screamed. The wound on my back tore open with every movement, pain ripping through me like a blade. The sutures burst. Blood streamed down my arms and pooled on the ground. My gaze swept past Jonathan's face. He closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight.

“What happened the first time you caught fire?” Looking straight ahead, I said, “I don’t want to talk about it.” “I’m asking because I want to figure out what your triggers are,” he clarified. “Fear,” I responded, still not looking at him. “I suppose that’s a start. How many times have you caught fire?” “Four.” Maybe if I were short with my answers, he would stop asking. He sighed. “Then you are just starting to set into your immortality. What do you know about fighting?”

Finally, Serena whispered, more to herself than to him, “Maybe I’m waiting to see how far the fire will spread.” Damien’s lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile, but wasn’t entirely without softness. “Then you’d better be ready, Serena. Because the flames are only just beginning.” --- The rest of the night unfolded like smoke — slow, suffocating, and impossible to ignore. Serena spent the hours pacing her penthouse, her thoughts a storm she couldn’t silence. Damien had left, but his presence lingered, etched into every corner of the space.

I reach for Rhys's hand. He takes it without looking. The piece moves through things I do not have words for, not because it is abstract but because it is too specific, the kind of music that finds the exact feeling you have been carrying without a name and names it precisely. And then the ending. New. Something Felix has not played before, I can hear it in the way he leans into it, the careful specific courage of a phrase being played for the first time in the room it was written for. It resolves.

A cry for help no one turned to. The heat within me rose, empowering the fierce sparks to ignite into the roaring flames. As the invisible fierce flames slapped against my skin again and again, I knew I was close to releasing the fire to the outside world. Release it, and let it burn every life that dwelled on Earth. Let it course through, and grab anything and everything it possibly could, leaving the once luscious and beautiful life, into destruction and black ashes. The sound of hushed whispers and gasps surrounded the clearing.

she whispered, but the wolf simply opened one insulted blue eye and let out a sigh that sent the snow in front of his mouth flying wildly around them. “I wish I had your faith,” she whispered. “Do you think he will come tonight? I can feel him drawing nearer, but the cold is deeper now. It almost reached my bones. I fear it will soon be too late.” The wolf opened both blue eyes this time and whined. “Do not worry, I will use what last strength I have to return your mate to you. Perhaps Milo and I will not live to keep you in this plane, but that does not mean you can’t be together.”

She could feel Lyra and Kaenor’s song within the hum of a thousand fires. She smiled, whispering, “Their warmth has found its way home.” ---